Nina had been in Belgrade for some months with no sign of Henry Collins. She had made sure to look out for any information on his recently deceased friends. What little she dug up was enough to calm any anxieties she had about the murders. The police in Mexico City wanted to speak to Annie Clarke but otherwise, they had no leads and the case had gone icy. The San Diego police were in a similar boat with Cotter. They had released the 911 call but they too had no further clues. Nina had listened to the recording over and over until she was sure it sounded nothing like her.

It had been a chilly but sunny day and Nina had spent much of it wandering around the quieter parts. Her Serbian, rarely used since the Drazen plot, had enabled her to pass as a tourist. As the skies darkened, she was making her way back to her apartment. Nina had intended to relax and finish off a book but the shadowy figure following her disagreed. The first time she noticed him was when he grabbed her around the neck and pushed a gun into her side.

"Don't fight this, Nina," the man growled.

She did not fail to notice the American accent or the fact that he knew who she was. "Get the hell off me!"

It soon became clear to her that she wasn't getting shot in that quiet little side street. Another man appeared and she had little time to study his features before he wrapped a cloth around her eyes. The first man had lowered his gun and was roughly tying her hands behind her. Soon she was being pushed into the back of a vehicle with no concluding idea of who these men were.

"Myers, you need to come with us," the guard had told her and she was more than happy to comply. After the news that morning, she knew that things were going to get interesting.

Once they had shackled her, two guards escorted her towards the front entrance of the prison. Moments later, the sun glared down on the group as they walked over to a nearby prison van.

Nina looked over at one of the guards once she was sat inside. "Where are we going?"

The guard looked at her for a moment but didn't respond. Not that she cared, she already had a good idea of their destination. CTU must have discovered her connection to the plot and that meant the day was finally here. The day when she would be free once more.

They had sat her down and taken the blindfold off and now she could look around. The room seemed to be a cellar with the only sources of light being a few ancient lightbulbs. Over in the corner the two men were deep in conversation too quiet for her to eavesdrop on. One of them had bright blond hair and she wondered for a moment if it was Jack. Then he turned around and she tried her best to hide her relief.

The man grinned as he saw the look on her face. "Don't worry, we'll let your boyfriend know what happened to you," he spoke.

She glared at him before he turned back around and resumed the conversation. It was clear to her that he knew a lot about her history. Contemplating things, she assumed that if Jack wasn't involved then Henry Collins was. Neither of the two men matched his description, so they had to be working for him.

The two men soon left her alone and she began working on her escape, looking for any sign of remote monitoring. Satisfied that there wasn't, she turned her attention to the rope around her wrists. The wall behind her was rough stone and she began rubbing the rope against it. Sighing with relief once it broke, she stretched out her arms before looking around for a weapon. Noticing a sharp piece of metal close to the bench, she grabbed it before placing it behind her back with her hands. Now all she had to do was wait.

Moments later the blond man entered, carrying a plastic cup. "Brought you some water," he spoke as he walked over to her.

Nina smiled at him. "Perfect timing," she replied, much to his confusion. As soon as he got close enough, she leapt from the bench and drove the metal shard deep into his neck. Almost as soon as he had dropped to the floor, she picked up his keys and gun.

Faheen had finally broken and he had begun telling her every little detail that she needed to know. Things were going to plan now.

Jack, distracted by a phone conversation, looked over at her. "Nina, what did he tell you?"

She grinned as she slipped the broken gift card into her hand, much to Faheen's confusion. Nobody was going to stop this.

"Everything!"

It took her no more than a couple of seconds to jump at Faheen and slash the card across his throat. Panic broke out before the agents managed to restrain her, but it was too late. He was dead and Nina now held all the cards.

Inching out of the room, she glanced around for the other man and fired as soon as she saw him. As he slumped to the ground, she knew that there would be two more nameless ones for the little boxes in her mind. Walking over to him, she picked up his gun and smiled to herself. Everything was coming to a conclusion now.

Dragging the man's body into the cellar before finding somewhere to hide, she didn't need to wait long. Anger rose within her as she saw Henry Collins for the first time. He headed into the cellar before rushing back out. She made her presence known by shooting at him.

He stared at her as the bullet missed by inches before firing back.

She crouched down in her hiding place before shouting. "I was never going to make this easy for you, Henry!"

Able to see him through a small crack, she used it to her advantage and fired at him, hitting him in the arm. Nina watched as he grimaced before recovering.

"You killed them all, Nina! How many lives is your own worth?"

For a moment, her mind threatened to spiral down deep but she overrode the urge. There would be time for all that later. "You're right, I killed them all but you're the ones coming after me!"

No reply came in the form of either words or bullets but she continued firing whenever she could. Running out of bullets in the blond man's gun, she placed it on the floor. Making a quick check of how many bullets were in the other gun, she knew she had to be careful. If Collins thought she only had one gun, he might be heading towards her. Peeking through the crack and seeing him making his way towards her hiding place, she rose and fired. The bullet tore through his abdomen and sent him crashing to the floor.

Rebuilding her composure, she smiled as she walked over to him with her gun aimed at his head. "I have to congratulate you, Henry," she told him before kicking his gun into the shadows. "I knew you would be the toughest of the five and you didn't disappoint."

He glared up at her. "Fuck you!"

Wasting no further time, she shot him in the head before dropping the now useless gun to the floor. Leaning against a wall, she stared at his body for a few moments. The hunt had lasted for months and this was the result. Seven dead men, seven more little boxes in her mind that she would have been more than happy never to have gained.

Voices growing louder interrupted her thoughts and she had to assume it was the police. Looking around and noticing a door, she ran over and opened it with great care. Peeking out and seeing nobody in the dark alleyway, she began to run and didn't stop until she was sure she could. Slumping down on the plastic bench of a bus stop, she closed her eyes.

Memories of her victims flooded her mind. Francis, that first victim out in the desert. Jamey and Teri, two mothers killed on the same day. Joel, the first of the hunters and Henry, the last. She knew exactly how many she had killed and why. Then thoughts of Jack pushed the others away.

They had handcuffed her as soon as she was back up on her feet. Not that she would have resisted, she was too exhausted for that. She could feel someone press up against her and she didn't need to guess who it was.

"You can go and live your life, Nina, but I promise you that I will hunt you down and make you pay," Jack whispered into her ear.

Shocked, she could only stare at him as he walked away. It wasn't the threat that was so surprising. After all, he had wanted to kill her even before he knew that Teri was dead. No, it was the sudden realisation that her freedom was an illusion. Even if she escaped North Africa, even if she managed to leave the terrorism business alive. No matter what, Jack Bauer would forever be a threat as long as he breathed.

Opening her eyes, she glanced around at the empty street. The five hunters, keen on revenge for Francis, were all dead now but the threat of Jack Bauer still loomed. Despite that, the assumption that he would be the one to go after her was just that. She didn't need to sit around and wait for him to take his revenge as if it were their destiny. Superstition didn't appeal to her in the slightest. Yet she knew deep down that they would meet again.

Standing up, she decided to head back to her apartment. She would have to consider the possibilities.